SINFUL PLEASURE

CHAPTER FOUR

The door opened. A beam of light slashed diagonally across the room, spilling into the opposite corner from where Evelyn sat, keeping her in the shadows just like she had planned. She saw the silhouette of a man in his black shirt and trousers, the light haloing about his dark hair.

"Don’t turn on the lights". She purred in a deep sultry tone, hoping to disguise her voice and also sound mature.

"What do you hope to gain from this. Do you realize the implication of the note you sent?". He asked as he stepped into the room, his voice lower tha n usual. He closed the door behind him.

"I'm just your admirer". She purred. "I want my first time to be with you. Is that so bad?. I have waited for four years. You're just the man I've been looking for".

"Another sinful harlot". He spat, moving forward in the darkness.

Evelyn could only see his spit-polished black shoes in the light flooding beneath the doors. "You didn't listen to a word to any of the sermons!".

"Oh, I listened. I'm just not that good at obeying". She moaned, her legs spread wide.

Her eyes adjusted, his form resolving out of the darkness, a shape. She thought he looked bulkier but brushed it off. His hands moved as his clothes rustled.

"Your sinful hole controls you". He growled as he unbuttoned his shirt. "You need to be sanctified".

"Oh, yes". She moaned. "I need you to sanctify my body".

"All through the sermon, you watched me, fantasizing about the sin you wanted to commit, that hole growing hotter and wetter as you squirmed. Did you soak your panties?". His shirt slid off and then his belt rustled.

"Like they were a sponge dropped into a water. I'm sitting in a pool of my juices". She confessed.

"Ican smell your whorish scent". He spat.

The way his voice rumbled out of the darkness sent a shudder through Evelyn .His voice was so deep and powerful and all too familiar. She could hear the contempt in his voice. He saw her as a w***e, a tramp, something to look down on. Something filthy. It reminded her so much of someone.

However she was too hot to care. She didn’t understand why, but her p***y responded to it. She pinched her n****e again and purred.

"I am so ready to be f****d. To lose my virginity".

"You're finally ready for a real man to claim you?". He asked, his voice growing huskier.

"Yes I'm ready".

"You're such a temptress". He growled, stepping out of his slacks, his shoes discarded with them. He was naked now. Evelyn could just make out his c**k thrusting before him, a thick shaft.

His hands seized her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. She gasped. His c**k was hard and she was wet. All he had to do was thrust and her maidenhead would be gone. She would feel her first c**k f*****g her. She burned for the sinful delight. It would be the most sinful act, the height of hypocrisy for the bishop's daughter to f**k in the church.

A preacher's assistant f*****g the preacher's daughter.

However, he didn’t ram his c**k into her. He fell to his knees before her, making her confused as his head leaned forward between her thighs.

"Lord have mercy". She groaned as he licked her p***y. "Oh, yes, Oh, wow". She clamped her mouth shut to stop herself from screaming as pleasure flooded out of her p***y.

His tongue licked up her folds as he groaned, savoring the flavor of her cunt. He loved it. In all her whispered conversations with the experienced girls at school, she had never heard of this. Of a boy, or man, licking a girl's p***y. Going down on her.

She felt wonderful

His strong hands stroked her naked thigh as his tongue danced through the folds of her p***y. He pressed on her hymen and flicked up to her c**t. Her eyes widened at the bliss he churned. It was far better than her fingers touching herself. His tongue swirled around it. Pleasure shot into the depths of her p***y. She gasped shuddering, clamping her thighs tight about his head.

"Oh, yes". She moaned. "Oh, my Lord, that’s amazing. Oh, yes. Lick my p***y".

"First time having your hot cunt eaten?". He grunted. "Hard to imagine you’ve never experienced this. Not with how hot your cunt is".

"I ... I listened to the bishop's sermons". She moaned, struggling to keep herself from cumming soo fast. "Then I saw him f*****g Mrs Adelaide Smith many times. I realized I shouldn’t care. I should enjoy myself. Like the bishop".

"Women always find excuses to feed the hot hole between their thighs". He licked again, groaning as his tongue slid through my folds. "The source of all sin is right here. This sweet little hole, the promise it holds".

"Uh-huh". She panted, not caring what he said. "Just lick me. Just lick my cunt. Oh, Lord, that’s amazing. Oh, yes. That feels soooo good".

His hands reached up her naked stomach and found her breasts. He squeezed them both as his lips latched onto her c**t. He sucked so hard, she gasped, loving his strong fingers digging into her large breasts. She humped against him, riding the pleasure he gave her.

Her p***y drank in every lick and flutter of his tongue. His every caress made her moan louder and louder. The pleasure swelled in her. Her thighs tightened about his head. Her calves crossed, and she pulled him tight into her flesh.

"What a w***e". He growled. "So hot and horny. You can’t wait for my c**k to be buried inside you".

"I can't". She moaned.

"You are causing the bishop to sin. What a vile hussy". He grunted out.

Evelyn froze. Colour draining from her face at his words. He didn't stop though. His fingers found her n*****s as he twisted and played with them. Pleasure began building back in her but she fought it.

"David... ?". She said in a low whisper.

He ignored her whiles he drank down her juices. He loved them. She could hear it in his every lick and sigh. He devoured her. Her neck stretched and arched, the crown of her head pressing against the wall. Her butt clenched as she shuddered.

"David". She screamed as her p***y exploded.

He groaned his pleasure, his fingers pinching hard at her n*****s as he drank down the juices flooding out of her p***y. A powerful orgasm rippled through her body. The table creaked beneath her as she writhed. Her head tossed back and forth as she moaned and gasped. The pleasure boiled her mind. Lights flashed through the dark room as her nerves drank in the sweet delight.

"What a w***e". He growled. "Cumming in the church. You want to feast on my c**k don't you?. On the bishop's married c**k".

There it was again. He was calling himself the bishop instead of his assistant. And then he rose, forcing her legs apart.

They fell limp to his side. He stood above her. She could make out his chest hairs as her eyes adjusted enough to see his face, his eyes. He licked his lips as he loomed over her. He planted his hands on either side of her on the table, his c**k rubbing against her now cooling flesh.

"Da-dad?". The shock gave her a dizzy spell.

"Reach down and guide my c**k to your sinful hole, slut". He snarled at her.

"Da-dad what are you doing?!. This is wrong!". She shrieked.

"You invited me here". He countered.

"I thought you were David". She protested.

"I saw the note first thankfully. Unfortunately for you, David is gay".

"Please, please, dad, stop it. This is soo wrong. Let go of me".

"You wanted to be a w***e like all the women I have f****d in this church. I know you do, Evelyn so be a good girl and guide my c**k to that slutty hole of yours!".